The Sheep Field

The sheep field had been empty for a while And then one day I saw them from the bus All lined up on the hilltop by the stile And blinking in the morning light, like us When we went back to church today. And then I thought as I did earlier, they seemed All raw and innocent and born again Into a land that they had only dreamed About in fairy tales. And when the sheep Came slowly down the hillside, as they trod They slid and slipped a little down the steep And flowered slopes - this is the land that God Has made for us who follow in his way - Thy will not mine today my God we pray © Gail Foster 19th July 2020